Whispers of the Soul

Personality Disorder

Edge of Control

At the edge of a cliff, I teeter and sway,
Where the ocean of feelings crashes, pulls me away.
Beneath, the waves roar, a tempest of might,
Each surge a reminder of my constant fight.

With every breath drawn, the air thickens, weighs,
As emotions rise higher, like tumultuous waves.
Joy flickers like sunlight, then drowns in despair,
A wild dance of chaos, too much to bear.

I stand on this precipice, fear in my veins,
The ground feels unsteady; I'm caught in the strains.
Anxiety whispers, "You'll slip, you'll fall in,"
And the tides of my heart start to churn and spin.

Moments of anger crash like thunderous booms,
While sorrow's soft currents pull me to the gloom.
Laughter erupts like the waves' frothy crest,
But beneath lies the undertow, robbing me of rest.

I grasp at the rocks, trying hard to hold tight,
But emotions are slippery, elusive in flight.
One misstep, one tremor, and I could plunge deep,
Into the swirling abyss, where shadows creep.

Yet in this fierce battle, I cling to the edge,
Fighting the currents, my heart on the ledge.
With every fierce wave, I learn how to breathe,
To find strength in the struggle, to rise and believe.

For though the tides threaten, I won't be consumed,
I'll weather the storm and let my spirit bloom.
Each wave may crash fiercely, but I will not drown,
I'll carve out my space, I'll stand my own ground.

So here at the cliff's edge, I learn to embrace,
The chaos within me, the wild, sacred space.
Though the waves may be fierce, they won't take control,
I'm learning to balance, to cherish my soul.